The Faded Apartment
You are the one who knows that the taste of iron is the taste of ending, that the metallic tang on the back of your tongue is the only honest language left to you in this place where the air is thick with the scent of wet earth and the slow, inevitable decay of everything that was once solid. You have come here to the edge of the moor, to the crumbling stone wall that marks the boundary between...
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